“As I remember his laugh, there was nothing mad about it, it was more like the laugh of someone who has been… — Guy Sajer Copy Share Image
“Abandoned by a God in whom many of us believed, we lay prostrate and dazed in our demi-tomb. From time to time,… — Guy Sajer Copy Share Image
I had often thought that if I managed to live through the war I wouldn't expect too much of life. How could… — Guy Sajer Copy Share Image
Only happy people have nightmares, from overeating. For those who live a nightmare reality, sleep is a black hole, lost in time,… — Guy Sajer Copy Share Image
“What happened next? I retain nothing from those terrible minutes except indistinct memories which flash into my mind with sudden brutality, like… — Guy Sajer Copy Share Image
War always reaches the depths of horror because of idiots who perpetuate terror from generation to generation under the pretext of vengeance. — Guy Sajer Copy Share Image
I have used the words and expressions which my experiences from Minsk to Kharkov to the Don suggested to me. But I should have… — Guy Sajer Copy Share Image
“It is a mistake to use intense words without carefully weighing and measuring them, or they will have already been used when one needs… — Guy Sajer Copy Share Image
Men who have embraced one idea can live only by and for that idea. Beyond it, they have nothing but their memories. — Guy Sajer Copy Share Image
“As I remember his laugh, there was nothing mad about it, it was more like the laugh of someone who has been the victim… — Guy Sajer Copy Share Image
No time to spare: the expression assumed its full significance, as so many expressions do in wartime. — Guy Sajer Copy Share Image
“Abandoned by a God in whom many of us believed, we lay prostrate and dazed in our demi-tomb. From time to time, one of… — Guy Sajer Copy Share Image
I had often thought that if I managed to live through the war I wouldn't expect too much of life. How could one resent… — Guy Sajer Copy Share Image
Only happy people have nightmares, from overeating. For those who live a nightmare reality, sleep is a black hole, lost in time, like death. — Guy Sajer Copy Share Image
“A day came when I should have died, and after than nothing seemed very important, so I stayed as I am, without regret separated… — Guy Sajer Copy Share Image
“What happened next? I retain nothing from those terrible minutes except indistinct memories which flash into my mind with sudden brutality, like apparitions, among… — Guy Sajer Copy Share Image
